Molly Hanes
King Lionel's wrath crashed over me like a storm unleashed, all because of that insufferable Samantha. Never before had he raised his voice so fiercely, his finger practically spearing the air between us as he scolded me with a venom that left no room for rebuttal. The words he hurled at me cut deeper than any blade, each one a reminder of my failure. My chest burned with anger, but my voice stayed trapped in my throat. If only I could rip Samantha apart, shred by shred. I imagined her face beneath my hands, imagined the satisfaction of watching the life drain from her eyes. The fantasy was almost enough to calm the rage boiling inside me.
